Porter Wagoner, Dolly Parton - Little David’s Harp lyrics
Dolly Parton [Dolly Rebecca Parton] Pittman Center, Tennessee, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Porter Wagoner, Dolly Parton - Little David’s Harp lyrics]
Little David was our son
Born on Christmas day blind at birth
He never saw the harp his fingers played
The harp that came the day he was born
From where we just don't know
A harp like none you've ever seen
For it was solid gold
Little David learned to play it
At such an early age
No one had to teach him
He just learned it right away
And we would stare in disbelief as
His hands moved 'cross the strings
And when he played
It seemed to be you could
Hear the angels sing
He was four, then he was five
And then he was six years old
And the songs he played on his
Harp were something to behold
There was something heavenly in the
Way that David smiled
Little David was so different
From the average child
Then there was a storm on Christmas morning
And the snow brought such a chill
Little David's seven now
Lays so quiet and still
His hands reached out to touch his harp
As gently he caressed it
The angels came for him that night and
On the seventh year he rested
Little David's playing now in
God's angel band
He's gone home to Heaven now
The way that it was planned
But on his birthday every year
Which falls on Christmas day
All through the house we hear the
Harp that little David played
Born on Christmas day blind at birth
He never saw the harp his fingers played
The harp that came the day he was born
From where we just don't know
A harp like none you've ever seen
For it was solid gold
Little David learned to play it
At such an early age
No one had to teach him
He just learned it right away
And we would stare in disbelief as
His hands moved 'cross the strings
And when he played
It seemed to be you could
Hear the angels sing
He was four, then he was five
And then he was six years old
And the songs he played on his
Harp were something to behold
There was something heavenly in the
Way that David smiled
Little David was so different
From the average child
Then there was a storm on Christmas morning
And the snow brought such a chill
Little David's seven now
Lays so quiet and still
His hands reached out to touch his harp
As gently he caressed it
The angels came for him that night and
On the seventh year he rested
Little David's playing now in
God's angel band
He's gone home to Heaven now
The way that it was planned
But on his birthday every year
Which falls on Christmas day
All through the house we hear the
Harp that little David played